We were leaving my mom’s house after spending the afternoon with my dad and grandparents and similar folks. My dad said something faux-exasperated to the husband like, “Gah. You made me a grandfather.”
“It wasn’t just me, Grampy,” chuckled the husband.
“Yeah, but you had a hand in it,” my dad replied.
The husband paused, smirking, deliberating whether or not to complete the joke my dad had unwittingly set up for him. He decided to go for it.
“Ah, it wasn’t a hand, Grampy.”
Happy Father’s Day to all the dad-types…and all of their body parts.